For What Can War, But

Thence To The Famous Orators Repair, Those Ancient, Whose Resistless Eloquence Wielded At Will That Fierce Democratie, Shook The Arsenal, And Fulmin'd Over Greece, To Macedon, And Artaxerxes' Throne.

Death From Sin No Power Can Separate.

It Was That Fatal And Perfidious Bark, Built In Th' Eclipse, And Rigg'd With Curses Dark.

Awake, Arise Or Be For Ever Fall’n.

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap.